Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.